He came to, head throbbing painfully and his whole body aching to find himself in a cage, the bars made of silver and painful to touch, instantly burning the skin when he tried, thankfully the floor contained no bars or he'd be sizzling away as he sat. Marcus swore, looking around at the huge building he was in and trying exactly what had happened and how he had ended up here of all places.
Luca and Marcus were on their way to a pack where they'd been informed the King of Werewolves was currently staying, the paper firmly ensconced in a backpack that Marcus carried, walking on foot for now because Luca was unable to shift. Marcus said nothing but he'd seen Luca's look of shame though he'd tried to hide it. If Luca had lost his wolf though it was because of Marcus and his parent's actions
